Justin walked into his house after school one day. The house was empty, except for him, and he walked into the den to set his stuff down. He looked over at the calendar on the wall of the room. It was June 12th, 2007. There was less than a week left in school, then, he would prepare for the best summer of his life.
He had recently been accepted into the newest reality show, Total Drama Island. Although his mother, a single, controlling and yet gorgeous woman, had been taking control of his life for so long, he was finally going to have the chance to show her that he can do anything.
Around the room, there are multiple mirrors. On each of them, there is a sign near the very top.
"Beauty is the beginning of perfection" Justin read in his usual, deep voice. He sighed, then walked away. His mother was, to put plainly, the queen of perfectionists. She did not take any minuscule bit of imperfection or failure. She had even said that, if he were to lose Total Drama, not to come home.
About half an hour later the door is heard opening and closing. A tall, dark haired woman walked into the den. She saw Justin there, and rolled her eyes. "You're still here..?"
He looked back at her and nodded. "I still have a few days left in school, mom. Then I'll call to get picked up."
At the thought, his mother grinned. "Good. I get the summer to myself... But remember. You lose..."
"Don't bother coming home..." finishes Justin, sighing at what she said. He stood up, and began to walk towards the stairs of the house.
"Grab me a drink, will you?" she asked as he left. She got comfortable on the couch, chuckling.
Naturally, he pretended he couldn't hear here, and went up the stairs, to his room. He walked in, looking around at the pictures hung on the wall. It looked somewhat like a timeline of pictures, one per year. Sixteen in total. Multiple pictures of him when he was much younger showed that he was heavy set, and usually the only one in the picture. In the first three pictures, there was a man in them. The teen smiled looking at those few pictures. "Dad..." he mumbled.
His mother did not seem to be in any pictures with him in his younger years. It was only when he began to lose weight and seem more attractive that his mother appeared. And those were only really the last few.
Above the small area of those few pictures, there was a "motivational" poster with the words "Congratulations, son! Enjoy your reward."
A sincere tear comes to Justin's eye as he looks at the line of pictures. He shook his head, and walked to his closet. He grabbed a few shirts and two pairs of jeans. He looked around, trying to find a bag, but he couldn't find one. He yelled down the stairs outside his room. "Hey, mom! Have you seen my duffel bag?"
She yelled back at him, seeming irritated. "Just wear multiple layers, Justin! Sweat off a bit of that weight I see you're gaining!"
Insulted, Justin walks back into his room. He looked at the clothes, and sighs. He picked up his cell phone, rapidly dialed a number and put his phone to his ear. After a few seconds, he speaks. "Chris McLean? Yeah... It's Justin. One of your contestants? I'm ready for pickup whenever. Alright. Cool. Thanks."
He picked the clothes up that he had set, and began to walk towards his door. He then stopped, and looked at his nightstand. On it was a single, yellow mirror. He walked over to it and picked it up. Turning it around, he looked directly at a picture taped to the back. It was of his father. He lightly smiled, put the mirror on top of the pile and walked out of his room, turning the light off as he went.
Walking down the stairs, he looked into the den. He saw his mother asleep on the couch, and sighed. Walking out of the door, he left. Leaving his imperfect life behind.